Kindle, isn’t it?” the waitress asked. “I got one for Christmas, and I love it. I’m reading my way through all of Jodi Picoult’s books.” “Oh, probably not all of them,” Wesley said. “Huh? Why not?” “She’s probably got another one done already. That’s all I meant.” “And James Patterson’s probably written one since he got up this morning!” she said, and went off chortling.

It's as if God gave you something-all those stories- and said, "Here you are. Try not to lose it." But children lose everything unless somebody is there to help them, and if your parents are too stupid to do it, maybe i ought to.

I was built with a love of the night and the unquiet coffin.

Pain is the biggest power of love.

The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows